I just went to the Theatre to finally see Sixth Sense. This movie theatre ahs been under construction (a so-called upgrade, though as far as I can see no improvements have been made) since I moved here, six months ago. Instead of doing it in one fell swoop, they are working around the other theatres, so they can still screen movies and make their precious money.
Half way through the movie, right at the “I see dead people” scene, the fire alarm goes off.
Nobody knows if it’s genuine or not, as not one of the staff came in to tell us anything. After ten minutes of alarm, totally ruining the film for half of us, some of us (including me) went out to see what the fuck was going on, and it turned out to be the dust from the construction causing the alarm to go.
I got my money back. But it means having to sit through the first half again in order to get back into the atmosphere of the movie.
Wanker theatre, I’ll avoid that one from now on. Never did like it anyway.
“Well, roll me in eggs and flour and bake me for forty minutes!”
Psycat: Interesting terminology, 6 month guy …
Should we all rate ourselves as that? I must have been 3 yr guy before I became 15 yr guy on a permanent basis.
I made arrangements to go to Toledo, OH (where my parents live) for Christmas. I did this because when I was with my husband, we’d never visit my family, even though we could afford to.
Last summer I bought the cd’s of the musical “Rent”. My 5 yr old daughter and I love it.
Well–surprisingly enough, Rent is playing in Toledo while we are going to be there. My brother got us tickets! Life is good.
Gail
“Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you, my friend–
Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again…”
-Steely Dan
lol. sorry if that terminology seemed a bit callous or abrasive, sunbear.
I didn’t want to use names and figured the length of the relationship would give a little insight to the situation.
so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts. what’s so amazing about really deep thoughts? Tori Amos
I was driving home last night from a food-gathering trip when I saw what I thought was a cat in the middle of the road. It appeared to be alive, so I turned around, pulled over and went towards it. Turns out, it was a raccoon who had been hit by a car but was still alive. I didn’t dare get too close to it, so I quickly drove home and called Animal Control. I hope they saved its life, but I’ll probably never know.
You did a good thing by calling animal control. Unfortuantely, injured wildlife usually gets put to sleep, especially in the area where I live, because rabies is such a big problem.
I got reported to AOL’s TOS today. I forwared a funny letter to all my friends and the letter had a bad word in it. I only sent it out to a few friends, and so far only three have read it. One friend has already replied that he thought it was funny as heck, so it has to be one of the other two. If I was reported as a joke, I am not laughing over it. And I can’t believe that any of the people I sent the letter to would really be offended. I am really, really, angry right now.
“Love given when it is inconvenient is the greatest love of all. Kindnesses that are shared at a high cost to oneself are the most dear.”
Well, at the very least, it was put out of its misery. Poor little garbage-can-robbing rascal. I envy you, Michelle–I wanted to be a vet and work with animals like you do, but my grades weren’t high enough to get into vet school.
When you sign up for an account at AOL, you have to accept their Terms Of Service agreement, which lists a lot of things that you’re not allowed to do. Some of it makes sense, like the parts which prohibit you from sending unsolicited commercial email to people.
Other bits of the TOS are a little more restrictive. Members aren’t allowed to swear online, and pornography-- even the legal stuff-- is not permitted. Breaking the TOS will first earn you a couple of warnings, then your account will be terminated.
In theory, members police each other, and report TOS violations to AOL, who then takes appropriate action. In reality, people often send frivolous or untrue reports, so that their enemies’ accounts (or their friends’!) will be terminated.
You can find more information on the TOS, and AOL’s silly policies in general, at http://www.aolsucks.com
My son got reprimanded for insulting some kids at school.He won’t say what he said. It had to do with some project and my son apparently insulted a black kid’s work as something…don’t know. The school is so extra sensitive with the city kids. But they get away with a little more than the kids that live in the district.2nd grade.
i’m posting on my llunch break here at work ,eating a halloween cookie with sprinkles, jimmies, whatever, on them
I recall a friend in jersey last week mentioning that the factory that manufactures 90% of the worlds sprinkles burnt down or something. Is this true? Is a sprinkle shortage expected? Will I be forced to scour the black market to decorate my son’s b-day cake? What’s the scoop?
so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts. what’s so amazing about really deep thoughts? Tori Amos
I was rummaging around in my closet today, and I came across a stack of notes that I used to pass back and forth in class to my friends. Now in general, I hated high school, but these notes brought back some fond memories. I haven’t spoken to most of these people since graduation, I am sure they are all married with children by now…and suddenly I feel so old…
“Love given when it is inconvenient is the greatest love of all. Kindnesses that are shared at a high cost to oneself are the most dear.”
Last night at about midnight, I got a call from my most recent ex. I haven’t really talked to him for a few months, so needless to say I was pretty surprised to hear his voice on the other end of the phone. Turns out, he got into a bad car accident, and although he’ll be fine, he got a nasty case of whiplash and a mild concussion. He wasn’t allowed to sleep until his roommate got home to watch him, so I kept him up on the phone for an hour and a half.
Before we dated, he had been one of my best friends for something like three years. I hope now things will be back to normal. I never really wanted to lose his friendship, even if the romance didn’t work out. It’s strange how sometimes it takes a near-tragedy to put things back into perspective for some people.
I hate working saturdays. Best record on the radio so far…Livin’ Joy-Dreamer…worst record so far…Wet, Wet, Wet-Love is all around. Jesus, i really, really, really hate that song. I could have put the stereo through the window…if we had any.
